six feet under

brunch at fatty’s. chose the wrong dish though: when i ordered french toast, i was hoping to get something more for 10 bucks, than two syrupfloating toasts sprinkled with pecan nuts, 6 blueberries and one strawberry. so i don’t know if it was the toast or the acutal fact that i was staring at dead bodies without skin at the body worlds exhibition, that made my stomach act a bit weird.

anyway, after body worlds we passed the six feet under house. fun.

and we made it in time for life aquatics today, wohoo, too bad it wasn’t that good, the movie. well well, good night.